I gave full play to my imagination, and once started, I related the story of Cain and Abel.
Beck listened to me with pleasuresomeone at last, to whom I was giving something!
He clapped me on the shoulder, told me I was the devil of a good fellow and a clever rascal.
How I reveled in communicating my opinions, as I relieved myself of all the pent-up thought of the past months!
My heart swelled with pride at finding my talents recognized by someone older than I was.
When he called me a clever rascal the effect was like a sweet, strong wine running through me.
The world lit up in new colors, thoughts came to me as from a hundred sources, wit and fire blazed up in me.
We spoke of masters and schoolfellows, and I thought we understood one another wonderfully well.
We talked of Greeks and of pagans, and Beck wished absolutely to draw me out on the subject of women.
But on this point I could not converse. I had no experience, nothing to relate.
True, all that I had felt and imagined was burning within me, but I could not impart my thoughts, not even under the influence of wine.
Beck knew much more about girls, and I listened to his tales with glowing eyes. The things I heard were unbelievable.
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